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A Job Hunting Housewife
CHAPTER ONEPorter Haines was a young-twenty eight, attractive-wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, straight nose and even white teeth, all packaged in a 170 pound, six foot frame-and aggressive-a seven day hustler-real estate agent with the LA firm of McKendry and Blake. In fact, some people considered Porter's passion for work almost a mania. He was the first one in the office, the last to leave. He made endless phone calls, soliciting new listings and trying to trade-up previous buyers. Fortunately, Porter had a natural charm and an easy gift of gab that kept him from being a total pain in the ass ... especially, as far as women were concerned. That is, most women. His wife, Nadia, had long since ceased to be charmed; Porter didn't turn it on for her-he was too busy pursuing the almighty dollar. Their five year marriage was dangerously close to the shoals of disaster. What time Porter grudgingly allowed his beautiful wife was usually spent in destructive argument, with both of them shouting at each other at the top of their lungs. These stormy encounters were usually followed by periods of painful silence, with Nadia closing herself off in the bedroom to cry, and Porter sulking into his scotch glass, with the accompanying distraction of the newspaper or television, or both. Naturally, these cacophonic clashes were not conducive to lovemaking, and the Haines encounters in bed were practically nil. Each blamed the other for the failure of the marriage. The truth was, Porter was married to his job, or rather, his career. A psychiatrist might have suggested that Porter's intense competitiveness came from feelings of inadequacy acquired as the younger son of a diamond merchant who clearly preferred Porter's older brother, Ron. Ron was a gifted boy who did well at everything, and it became quite clear to Porter, even at a tender age, that in his father's eyes, he was an "also ran" compared to his dashing older brother. He didn't realize it consciously, but everything he did was done to prove himself, to win the approval of his late father.He married Nadia because she was beautiful-more beautiful than Ron's wife. He was determined to make more money than Ron, to have a better house, a bigger car, more prestige. He wanted the best of everything. He was willing to work for it. That's why he couldn't see having children-not now. They cost money; they tied you down. Nadia wanted a baby desperately. This was a source of terrible conflict. And guilt. Her anger, his guilt. His anger at her hurt. She had started to drink. He had started to play around, whenever it didn't interfere with his work. Hell, he rationalized, it was better than facing a bitchy, accusing wife!It was on a hot, smoggy southern California day, after another of those debilitating arguments, that Porter Haines left the house in an angry huff and was speeding down Benedict Canyon Drive, when he spotted a young girl standing next to a VW bus frantically waving her hands for someone to stop. Ordinarily, he would have passed by without so much as a twinge of conscience. But for some reason, he slowed down and pulled over to the side, bringing his Chrysler Imperial to a halt, about fifty yards ahead of the van. The girl ran up to him before he got out of the car."Oh geez, what a relief. Can you help me?" she said breathlessly. Porter saw that she was very young, probably no more than eighteen. She wore no makeup, but she had rosy cheeks and very clear skin. Her dark blonde hair was frizzed in a Colette style that was popular with hip chicks. She had on skin-tight jeans that were much faded and covered with embroidered velvet and calico patches on the knees, crotch and fanny. She also had on one of those halter tops of Indian guaze print that shows the dark outlines of a woman's areolas. Her breasts were-full and almost pendulous, despite the fact that she was so young. When she leaned over to talk to him, Porter could see her whole cleavage, which didn't seem to bother the girl at all. She was quite unself-conscious."What's the trouble?" Porter asked in a nonchalant way."The bus-it just conked out on me. I've got to be somewhere, and like, well, could you take a look at it maybe?" She was anxious, pleading. She had a little-girl-lost look about her that Porter found charming."Well, I've got to be somewhere too. I don't know much about those things....""Oh, please man...." she implored him, looking directly into his eyes. He found his cock twitch a little. There was something very provocative about this innocent looking kid."OK, OK, I'll take a look. But I'm no mechanic, you know," he said, getting out of the car. He swore under his breath. He was wearing a light weight cream sports jacket and gray slacks. He sure as hell wasn't going to get his clothes dirty! He had a house to look at in Brentwood. some widower and his daughter. Could be a listing.Porter climbed inside the dirty van. He was surprised to see that it was equipped like a camper, with a makeshift kitchen and a mattress on the floor, a mirror on one wall and some crates filled with clothes and books and-a baby! Not only a baby, but a mulatto!His look of bewilderment and revulsion prompted her to comment, "Yeah, this is home. And that's Blossom," she said without embarrassment."She's yours?" he said incredulously."You got it, daddy."Porter said nothing more at that point. He didn't want to ask the obvious question. Instead, he busied himself with the gear shift and the ignition. The engine groaned and whined complainingly. He was baffled only for a moment. Then a quick look at the gas gauge pinpointed the problem: Empty."You're out of gas, eh....""Judy. And you're?""Porter Haines," he explained."What? You're putting me on, man!" she said, breaking into a giggle. "Porter? Porter Haines? Aw, c'mon, what's your real name?""That is my real name. What's so funny about that?" he said, his face beginning to flush with anger."Hey, man, don't get uptight. It's just a turn on, that's all. Like, it sounds like a character in one of fiction stories they write for chick magazines, like Ladies Home Journal or something."Yes, well my mother didn't look at it that way." he said curtly."Geez, hey ... don't get strung out, man. It's a beautiful day out there." she said, trying to smooth things over.He felt uncomfortable. The girl's appalling lifestyle made him feel vaguely guilty for all his material comforts. She was so young, and to be stuck with a half-black kid...."Well, Judy, it seems that you're out of gas. You can wait here until a patrol car comes along, or I can drive you to the nearest filling station. I've got to get going," he said, opening the door and starting to get out of the van. He felt her arm on his sleeve."Wait," she said, a note of urgency in voice. "I have to talk to you for a minute."Porter looked at her apprehensively. Her blue eyes were troubled, and there was a look of desperation in her face. At that moment she looked about eighteen years old."You see, it's like this. I'm ... I'm ... like, out of bread, you know, busted. I can't buy gas, or anything else ... not even food for Blossom. All she gets is what's in these jugs ... and that's not enough," she said, pointing to her breasts. If the fuzz find me, they'll put me and Blossom away .. they'll take her away from me," she said, her voice beginning to break. Porter climbed back inside the van and shut the door. He found himself wanting to reach out, to take her in his arms and comfort her, but he was put off by her story. He wanted to believe it was a con, that she couldn't possibly be as bad off as her tale of woe indicated."What about Blossom's father? Don't you have an 'old man'?" he asked, trying to sound hip.She shrugged and gave a rueful little laugh. "Blossom's father! Some spade I got it on with after a rock concert. I was stoned out of my mind. So was he. I don't even know the bastard's name.""But what about your folks?""Look-I ran away from home five years ago. You know why? Because both of them were boozers. The old man used to beat me up every day, me, and my mother, too. She was so sauced herself, she couldn't even feel it. But I did. They probably don't even know that I'm gone. They'll kill me and the kid, both. No, Thomas Wolfe was right-you can't go home again."She was sobbing now, and Porter put his arms around her, comforting the teenager mother who seemed like a frail and lonely child.She had a fragrant smell that was like freshly cut grass and lemons sweetened with honey. He felt his cock stir in his slacks again."Well, Judy," he said, trying to sound very business-like, "I'd better get going. I'll stop at the Shell station up the road and have them send someone out with five gallons. It shouldn't take more than twenty minutes before you're on your way again."She looked up at him then, her eyes beseeching him. "Port ... listen, Port. I'll give you a blow job for twenty bucks. Or you can fuck me for forty. I'm clean-no clap or anything, I swear. Me and Blossom, we need the bread, you know?""Look, Judy," he said, trying to sound composed, "I'm not that kind of guy. You're just a kid, and I...."She overruled his objections by putting her face up to his and pressing her warm ripe lips against his mouth. For a moment, he was immobilized with shock, but in the next moment, he found himself responding eagerly, grinding his mouth down against hers, his arms tightening around her in a powerful embrace.A surge of pleasure thrilled through him as he felt the soft pliancy of her body, and then her tongue darted into his mouth. It slipped past his teeth and began to twist around his own lingual organ, whipping up a froth of saliva as it swirled around in his mouth. His head felt light and dizzy and his lips felt as if they were glued to the young hippie's.Her full breasts were pressed against him, and he was aware of the large, firm nipples creasing the fabric of his jacket. Instinctively, he moved his hand around to the palpitating circle of flesh, caressing the firm mound lightly with his fingers."Ooooohh...." she moaned softly, her voice warm and exciting.But her words brought him to his senses. He wanted to go on like this, kissing and stroking, but he felt it was wrong. He didn't want to accept her proposition."Judy ... wait a minute," he said, disentangling himself from her, "It's no good like this. I've got an appointment, and....""Please, Port ... ," she begged, "just a quickie. Forget what I said about the money-you can give me whatever you can afford. It's okay."He stopped her with another passionate kiss. His heart-as well as his genitals-had gone over to this pathetic waif who was half child, half woman. He would pay her-or rather, help her out. He couldn't bear to think of paying, the way one would pay for a whore. She wasn't a whore, he knew that. She was just a poor lonely kid who had a rotten life to contend with. He wasn't going to make it any more miserable for her. Besides, he really wanted her then, wanted to fuck the begeezus out of her.He felt her fingers suddenly come into searing contact with the throbbing bulge of his impounded cock."Oooohhhuuumm," he moaned into her mouth, hardly able to bear it, as his rapidly palpitating cock began to grow with lustful intensity, swelling under the gently caressing strokes of her hand. Already it was straining against the material of his pants, and his hands had tightened like vises around the girl's trembling shoulders. He thought he'd go mad from the excruciating pressure, when all of a sudden there was the unmistakable whir of his fly zipper, and his liberated penis leaped joyfully upward and out of his pants. Judy's fingers tightened around it immediately, exerting exquisite pressure on the tingling surface. She ran her sensitive fingertips up and down the pulsing length of it, making Porter grit his teeth with overwhelming passion."Mmmmmmm ... it feels nice and hard already...." Judy crooned, stroking and caressing the lust-maddened shaft unbearably. "Your lovely prick is getting bigger and harder all the time."The lewd words sent a fiery arrow of arousal shafting through him, and he moaned again, crushing his lips down once more on her unsuspecting mouth, his tongue nudging hungrily against her teeth, forcing its way up into the warm moistness of her mouth. His hands delved inside the skimpy halter and found the warm quivering flesh of her palpitating breasts. Judy mewled as he kneaded the sensitive flesh and pinched the burning buds of her turgid nipples. He could feel a drop of warm fluid seep onto his fingertips. He was momentarily taken aback, and withdrew his hand."Don't worry, I'm not going to lactate all over you," she reassured him. Still, he preferred to turn his attentions to her jeans. His hand fumbled for the zipper."You must be poured into these things," he said."Yeah, let's go in the back," she said, starting to get up.He followed her, taking off his jacket and his tie and carefully placing them over the back of the driver's seat. She removed the halter, unzipped the jeans and kicked off the sandals she wore. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off quickly, folding it neatly and placing it over his jacket and tie. Next came the shoes and socks. She was down to her panties now, having wriggled out of her jeans. Porter slid his pants down with his shorts and was out of them in one smooth operation. They were both naked then, and facing each other.There was something exciting about being in the young girl's seamy VW bus. Porter realized the danger in being caught fucking her, and that element of danger intensified his excitement. But he also felt a sense of urgency because of it. No time for lengthy preliminaries, for extended foreplay. She didn't need it anyway, he could tell. She was ready to fuck.His excited gaze dropped to the smooth sweep of her hips and fastened on the glossy triangle of pubic curls between her cream-like thighs. He thought he could just barely see an enticing gleam of her moist pink cuntal slit glimmering beneath the curling wisps of pussy tendrils.His burgeoning penis was hard and intensely alive, every nerve ending taut and excited, as he moved toward her until her soft belly brushed against him and her fingers once more closed around his throbbing shaft."Oh, Christ, Judy...." he suddenly blurted out, "I want to fuck you ... I want to fuck you good and hard...."She got down on the mattress then, and lay on her back, spreading her thighs invitingly for him. In a trice he was kneeling excitedly above her, and her hands were again tightened around his tormented shaft. She began to draw it towards the tantalizing fulcrum of her body. He could feel the velvety wetness of her softly quivering outer lips as the hard rubbery head of his jerking shaft nudged against them, and he had to force himself to hold back."Ooooohhh, yes ... yeeeesss ... fuck me now, daddy...." Judy moaned suddenly, her voice coarse with desire. Porter could stand it no longer. All the pent up force of his passion rushed out with a single overpowering drive as he rammed brutally forward with a flesh-splitting thrust, parting the outer lips cramming the hard pounding length of his lust-bloated rod halfway up into the tight depths of her cuntal sheath."Aaarrrggghhh ... Oh, God!" she wailed piteously, desperately thrashing her hips in a frantic effort to elude the cruel impalement.But Porter, goaded on by nearly maniacal lust, ignored her cry. Instead, he heedlessly continued to surge forward, forcing his giant shaft to the hilt in her defenseless little belly. He held it there almost interminably. Then, with excruciating slowness, he began to flex it in the pulsing darkness of her tight vaginal channel."Oooooohhhh ... uuuggghhhnnn...!" Judy groaned, as she felt the steel-hard pole nudging against the sensitive tip of her cervix. She had never felt so full in her life. She felt as if the giant shaft were cleaving her in two, swelling with every passing second, and she was almost afraid that it would explode inside her sorely palpitating depths.Porter finally began to withdraw, pulling out his long throbbing cock in one swift stroke and then surging forward again."Aaaarrrhh ... hhhmmmmmhhh!" she gasped again, as Porter plunged forcefully up between her widespread legs again, sinking his lust-inflated cock once more to the very base of her defenselessly naked belly. This time, the tender resilient inner membrane began to secrete excitedly, lubricating the long, lunging penis and allowing it to slip easily in and out of her openly spread cunt."Mmmmmmm...." she moaned again, a different tone in her voice, as tiny pinpricks of pleasure began to form somewhere deep in her loins, and a long shiver of ecstatic joy chilled her backbone. Her voluptuously silken thighs spread even farther apart, and she locked her legs around Porter's lower back. Her arms reached up to clasp him eagerly around the neck, spiralling her pelvis upwards to receive his rhythmic downthrusts.Porter was in a world of his own. He had never experienced anything like this before-fucking a near stranger in the back of a grubby VW bus in broad daylight, on a smoggy, hot morning ... gave him an illicit pleasure that was excitingly mingled with power. He was exhilarated by what he was doing, and the wanton act liberated him in a way that he had almost forgotten. Judy was so yielding, so provocative, and just as aroused as he was. He had almost forgotten the pleasure of fucking a fully responsive female, one who returned thrust for thrust. Judy made him feel like a real man, completely sure of his masculinity. God, how long had it been since he had felt that way with Nadia!Nadia. She crossed his mind for a moment, and he expected his conscience to overwhelm him with recriminations. He half-anticipated that the reminder of his wife would somehow make him feel different, would engender feelings of guilt and remorse-but it didn't! He felt nothing but the almost overpowering pleasure, that he was getting from fucking this frizzy-haired little hippie. The eager acceptance of her helplessly aroused little pussy instilled him with sensual vigor and made the wisps of passion which were curling around inside him burst into furious clouds of red-hot pleasure. He looked down at the teenager, whose head was thrown back, her mouth half-open. Her eyes were closed, and she was spewing out incoherent words that were the expression of her complete arousal. He could feel the hardness of her turgid nipples against his chest, as well as the wetness oozing from them. That was the only thing that bothered him vaguely, the only tiny source of guilt-that small, half-black creature that lay peacefully asleep in her orange crate bed. He shot a quick look to the infant, then turned away, remembering painfully how much Nadia wanted a child...."Oh, God-yesss ... that's it ... fuck me like that, daddy!" Judy pleaded, her voice indistinct and hoarse with lust. Her wet, naked body was writhing uncontrollably on the mattress, and the clinging walls of her inner sheath were milking convulsively on his plunging cock, tightening like a vise around the sensitive flesh, as he plummeted into her warmly welcoming depths. Their two bodies were fused together as one, joined where his long rangy cock buried itself in the widely stretched passage of her openly throbbing vagina. They flailed and thrashed against each other, the bus filled with the lewd, wet, slapping sounds of their love making. Porter felt as if he were being driven on by some inner, unknown force that was making him strive almost inhumanly for completion with the tortured, lust-racked girl beneath him. He thought he'd go mad if he didn't climax soon. His whole body felt on fire, every nerve ending taut and frazzled by the effort to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.And then, a few moments later...."Oh! Oh! Oh! My God, I'm ... I'm ... I'm ... aaahh ... I'm cumming!"Judy's choked cry rang out just as her body stiffened almost unbearably, and then she was thrashing up and down on the mattress, pounding her passion-driven cunt up against Porter's furiously pounding cock.She was mewling and groaning uncontrollably, her entire body caught up in the throes of an incredible orgasm. Porter could feel the passionate vibrations resounding throughout the length of her feverishly flailing body, and her frantic spasms triggered his own release.The tremendous pressure which had been building up in his balls began to explode. His head was spinning, and his body seemed to pass out of his control, as a series of convulsive shudders gripped him, making him fuck brutally between the girl's wantonly splayed legs."Aaaahhhhh ... I'm cumming too!" he-shouted, as his tortured scrotum at last released the first hot spurt of his seething male sperm. It rushed blindly from the dark hot cavern of his balls and poured out of the pulsating tube of his wildly stabbing cock to gush wetly into the hungrily receptive depths of Judy's eagerly clasping cunt. It continued to flow in a hot, boiling jet of white fluid, seeping into the steaming creases and crevices of her voraciously clutching vagina.When at last, the cumming was over, and he could sense that Judy was satiated, he collapsed over her moistly quivering form, covering her with his own trembling body. He was filled with an exultant sense of well-being, and his mind was wiped clean of all peripheral problems. He didn't care about the fact that he had just been unfaithful to his wife by fucking a young teenage mother in her Volkswagon bus-home. He didn't care about getting to the office late. Right now, he didn't care about anything, except that he felt satiated and fulfilled beyond his wildest dreams. It had been a long time...."Where are you going from here?" he asked the smiling hippie."Thought I'd check out this commune in Ventura. Some friends told me about it," she said quietly.